[ Nix's snort of laughter is almost a choke of it, his face obscured still by the towel. ] He'll probably make you guys carry the coffin at the same time. It's a good thing the food on base is still shit, I probably lost a few pounds.

[ He moves to get dressed too, his own uniform probably less perfect than Dick's. But that's how they usually are. ] You mean like stars and hearts? [ It's clear from his tone he's never even been to a party like that. ] Triangles, Dick. That's how you take sandwiches. In tiny triangles.

[ Lacing his boots he glances over. ] Sounds nice though. What else did you do at these parties of yours?